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Frontispiece — The Story of the Robins. 


THE NEST IN THE ORCHARD, 


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Copyright, 1903, by Henry Altemus. 


INTRODUCTION 


M RS. SARAH TRIMMER, the author of 
this book, was born in Ipswich, Eng- 
land, in 1741. She was the daughter 
of Joshua Kirby, an architect of reputation, 
and at one time a tutor to George the Third, 
and also to Queen Charlotte of England. 

Mrs. Trimmer counted among her friends 
many persons of eminence in the literary and 
artistic world, and was a favorite with Dr. 
Samuel Johnson, Sir Joshua Reynolds, Hogarth, 
Gainsborough, and many others. 

When Sunday-schools were first started in 
England, Mrs. Trimmer took an active part in 
promoting them. Her work in this direction 
attracted the attention of the Queen, who ex- 
pressed her approbation of Mrs. Trimmer’s 
efforts, and allowed her to dedicate one of her 
books to Her Majesty. 

Mrs. Trimmer records in her journal, that she 
passed the afternoon and evening of September 
23, 1785, in finishing “ Fabulous Histories,” the 
original title of the book which we now know as 

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INTRODUCTION 


“The Story of the Robins. ” This was not her 
first literary venture, however, for her “Easy 
Introduction to the Knowledge of Nature’ ’ ap- 
peared in 1780, and was the first of a score of 
juvenile and educational works of great merit. 
All are now forgotten, with the exception of 
4 4 The Story of the Robins , 9 9 which has survived 
to delight succeeding generations. It has been 
issued in all sizes and styles; it has received 
nothing but praise from the greatest of critics; 
and it has been illustrated by the best European 
bird artists. 

In its original form the story of the Benson 
family is incorporated with that of the birds. In 
this volume most of it has disappeared, but the 
story of the robins is nearly intact. It has 
seemed good, too, to retain much of the old-fash- 
ioned diction, which was the correct style of the 
period. Stripped of much of the sermonizing 
good Mrs. Trimmer used to put into the mouths 
of her birds, this book, one of the earliest of its 
kind, compares favorably with modern works 
devoted to the teaching of kindness to animals. 

J. H. W. 

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CONTENTS 




PAGE 

Introduction vii 

The Nest in the Orchard 13 

The Nestlings 16 

Feeding the Nestlings 20 

Robin and Dicky Learn to Sing 24 

The Quarrel 26 

Robin in Disgrace 27 

Robin is Scolded 31 

The Robins and the Children 35 

Birds in Cages 38 

The Nestlings have a Fright 43 

Joe, the Gardener ... ... 49 

The Father Robin’s Story 52 

The Children See the Nest . . . . . 59 

Learning to Fly 61 

Robin’s Conceit 78 

Robin Has a Fall 81 

Robin in the Tool-House 86 

A Bird of Prey 89 

Robin is Lost and Found . ... 90 

The Robins Meet Other Birds 96 

Seeing the World .... - 306 

Able to Care for Themselves .... 126 

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ILLUSTRATIONS 


PAGE 

The nest in the orchard .... Frontispiece. 

“ The birds hopped around the window ” ... 13 

The Skylark’s song 17 

“ Frederick begged to feed the birds himself ” . . 21 

“ A boy was picking up worms ” 23 

“ ‘ Give it,’ said the mother, ‘ to Dicky ’ ” ... 29 

Robin lectured by his father ...... 33 

“ The Robins fed upon the breakfast table” ... 37 

“ Why did you keep canary birds?” 39 

The persecuted canary 41 

Joe frightens the nestlings 45 

“ A pair of robins have come to the orchard ” . . 49 

“It is time to take our nestlings abroad” . . . .61 

“ One of them held the nest” 53 

Death of Robin’s mate 57 

“ I never saw anything so pretty in my life 1” . . 61 

Harriet peeps at the robins’ nest 63 

“The father bird sang his morning lay ” ... 65 

Learning to fly 67 

“ His father pushed him off the branch ” . . 71 

“ Let me instruct you what to do” 73 

The children in the wood 75 

‘Pecksy came up with a spider in her mouth” . . 77 

The greedy young robin 79 


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Robin stunned by his fall 83 

“ Robin refreshed himself with the water” ... 85 

Robin in the tool- house 87 

“ Bearing off some unhappy victim ” .... 91 

“ ‘ There ’s one of them, I declare !’” 95 

“Robin was safely deposited in a cage” ... 97 

Fight between a chaffinch and a sparrow . . . .99 

“ Cuckoo ! cuckoo !” 101 

The magpies and their nest 103 

“ Hopped into Frederick’s hand ” 105 

The nest of young owls 107 

The concert of birds Ill 

“The man was a bird-catcher” 113 

Taking the linnet’s nest 115 

“ They saw a flash of fire ” 117 

“ ‘Neither can I explain it,’ replied the father” . . 119 

Perches were placed in parts of the aviary .... 121 

The unhappy dove . . : 123 

“They retired from the parlor to the court-yard ” . . 127 


The young robins watched the departure of their parents 129 



THE STORY OF THE ROBINS 


THE NEST IN THE ORCHARD 

I N a hole, which time had made in a wall 
covered with ivy, a pair of redbreasts built 
their nest. It was sheltered from the 
rain, screened from the wind, and in an orchard 
where all birds were protected. 

In this happy retreat, which no idle school- 
boy dared to enter, the hen redbreast laid four 
eggs, and then took her seat upon them, resolv- 
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ing that nothing should tempt her to leave the 
nest for any length of time till she had hatched 
her infant brood. Her tender mate every 
morning took her place while she picked up a 
hasty breakfast, and often, before he tasted any 
food himself, cheered her with a song. 

At length the day arrived when the happy 
mother heard the chirping of her little ones; 
with tenderness she spread her wings to cover 
them, threw out the eggs-shells in which they 
before lay confined, then pressed them to her 
bosom, and presented them to her mate, who 
seated himself by her side, that he might share 
her pleasure. 

“We may promise ourselves much delight in 
rearing our little family,” said he, “but it will 
be necessary for you to leave the nest some- 
times, to seek provisions for them. ,, 

She declared her readiness to do so ; and said 
that there would be no necessity for her to be 
long absent, as she had discovered a place near 
the orchard where food was scattered on pur- 
pose for such birds as would take the pains of 
seeking it. 

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‘ 4 This is a lucky discovery for us,” replied 
her mate; “I myself must take a larger cir- 
cuit, for some insects that are proper for the 
nestlings cannot be found in all places: how- 
ever, I will bear you company whenever it is 
in my power.” 

The little ones now began to be hungry, and 
opened their mouths for food; on which their 
kind father instantly flew to find it for them, 
and in turn supplied them all, as well as his 
beloved mate. This was a hard day’s work; 
and when evening came on, he was glad to take 
repose, so turning his head under his wing, he 
soon fell asleep ; his mate followed his example ; 
the four little ones had before fallen into a 
gentle slumber, and quietness for some hours 
reigned in the nest. 

Next morning they were awakened by the 
song of a skylark, which had a nest near the 
orchard ; and as the young redbreasts were im- 
patient for food, their father prepared him- 
self to renew his toil, requesting his mate to 
accompany him to the place she had men- 
tioned. 


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“It is too early yet,” replied she; “I must 
beg you will go by yourself and procure a 
breakfast for us, as I am fearful of leaving 
the nestlings before the air is warmer.” 

THE NESTLINGS 

The robin consented to this, and fed all bis 
darlings, to whom I shall give the names of 
Robin, Dicky, Flapsy, and Pecksy. Then he 
perched on a tree, and, while he rested, enter- 
tained his family with his melody, till his mate, 
springing from the nest, called him to attend 
her ; on which he took wing, and followed her to 
a courtyard belonging to a gentleman’s man- 
sion. 

No sooner did the happy pair appear before 
the parlor window, than it was thrown up by 
Harriet Benson, a little girl eleven years old. 

Harriet called her brother to see the two 
robin redbreasts; and she was soon joined by 
Frederick, a rosy-cheeked boy, six years of age, 
who, as soon as he had taken a peep at the 
feathered strangers, ran to his mamma. “I 
must have a great piece of bread this morn- 
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mg,” said he; “for there are all the sparrows 
and chaffinches that come every day, and two 
robin redbreasts besides.” 

When Harriet first appeared, the birds ap- 
proached with eager expectation of the daily 
handful, and were surprised at the delay of her 
charity. They hopped around the window, 
they chirped, they twittered, and employed all 
their little arts to gain attention; and were on 
the point of departing, when Frederick, break- 
ing a bit from the piece he held in his hand, 
attempted to scatter it among them, calling out 
at the same time, ‘ ‘ Dicky, Dicky. ’ ’ 

On hearing the well-known sound, the little 
flock drew near. Frederick begged that his 
sister would let him feed all the birds himself ; 
but finding that he could not fling the crumbs 
far enough for the redbreasts, who, being 
strangers, kept at a distance, he resigned the 
task, and Harriet, with dexterous hands, threw 
some of them to the very spot where the affec- 
tionate pair stood, waiting for her notice, and 
with grateful hearts picked up the portion 
assigned them ; and in the meanwhile, the 

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other birds, being satisfied, flew away, and the 
robins were left alone. 

FEEDING THE NESTLINGS 

When the redbreasts had finished their meal, 
the mother-bird expressed her impatience to 
return to the nest; and having obtained her 
mate’s consent, she repaired to her humble 
habitation, whilst he spread his wings and took 
his flight to a garden, where he had a great 
chance of finding worms for his family. 

The hen-bird repaired immediately to the 
nest; her heart fluttered as she entered it, and 
she eagerly called out, “Are you all safe, my 
little dears?” 

“All safe, mother,” replied Pecksy; “but a 
little hungry, and very cold.” 

“Well,” said she, “your last complaint I can 
soon remove; but in respcet to the satisfying 
your hunger, that must be your father’s task. 
He will soon be here.” 

Then spreading her wings over them all, she 
soon gave warmth to them, and they were again 
comfortable. 


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In a short time her mate returned. He 
brought in his mouth a worm, which was given 
to Robin; and was going to fetch one for Dicky, 
but his mate said, “My young ones are now 
hatched, and yon can keep them warm as well 



“FREDERICK BEGGED TO FEED THE BIRDS HIMSELF.” 


as myself ; take my place, and the next excursion 
shall be mine. ,, 

“I consent,” answered he; “ because I think 
a little flying now and then will do you good ; 
but to save you trouble, I can direct you to a 


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spot where you may be certain of finding worms 
for this morning’s supply.” He then de- 
scribed the place; and on her quitting the nest 
he entered it, and gathered his young ones 
under his wings. “Come, my dears,” said he, 
“I will sing you a song.” He did so, and it 
was a very merry one, and delighted the nest- 
lings ; so that, though they were not quite com- 
fortable under his wings, they did not regard 
it, nor think the time of their mother’s absence 
long. She had not succeeded in the place she 
first went to, as a boy was picking up worms 
to angle with, of whom she was afraid, and 
therefore flew farther; but when she had ob- 
tained what she went for, she returned with all 
speed. 

As soon as she came near the nest, her mate 
started up to make room for her, and take his 
turn of providing for his family. He was out 
of sight in an instant. 

“My dear nestlings,” said the mother, “how 
do you do?” 

“Very well, thank you,” replied all at once. 


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4 ‘And we have been very merry,” said Robin, 
“for my father has sung us a sweet song.” 

‘ ‘ I think, ’ ’ said Dicky, ‘ ‘ I should like to learn 
it.” 

“Well,” replied the mother, “he will teach 



“A BOY WAS PICKING UP WORMS.” 


it you, I dare say. Here he comes; ask 
him.” 

“lam ashamed,” said Dicky. 

“Then you are a silly bird; never be 
ashamed but when you commit a fault. Ask- 

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in g your father to teach you to sing is not one. 
Whatever so good a father sets you an example 
of, you may safely desire to imitate. Am I not 
right ? ’ 9 said she to her mate. 

“Perfectly so,” replied he; “I shall have 
pleasure in teaching them; but we must talk of 
that another time. Who is to feed poor 
Pecksyf ” 

“Oh! I,” answered the mother, and was 
gone in an instant. 

ROBIN AND DICKY LEARN TO SING 

“And so you want to learn to sing, Dicky!” 
said the father. “Well, then, listen atten- 
tively ; you may learn the notes, though you will 
not be able to sing till your voice is stronger.” 

Robin now remarked that the song was 
very pretty, and expressed his desire to learn it 
also. 

“By all means,” said his father; “I shall 
sing it often, so you may learn it if you please. ’ ’ 

“For my part,” said Flapsy, “I do not 
think I could have patience to learn it.” 
if Nothing, Flapsv,” answered the father, 
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“can be acquired without patience, and I am 
sorry to find yours begin to fail you ; but I hope, 
if you have no taste for music, that you will 
give greater application to things that may be 
of more importance.” 

“Well,” said Peeksy, “I would apply to 
music with all my heart; but I do not believe 
it possible for me to learn it.” 

“Perhaps not,” replied her father; “but I 
do not doubt you will apply to whatever your 
mother requires of you; and she is an excellent 
judge both of your talents and of what is suit- 
able to your station in life. Here she comes.” 
Then rising to make room for her, “Take your 
seat, my love, ’ ’ said he, ‘ ‘ and I will perch upon 
the ivy.” 

The hen again covered her brood, whilst her 
mate amused her with his singing and conversa- 
tion till the evening, excepting that each parent 
bird flew out in turn to get food for their young 
ones. 

In this manner several days passed with little 
variation ; the nestlings were very thriving, and 
daily gained strength and knowledge. 

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THE QUARREL 

One day, both the redbreasts, who always 
went together to Mrs. Benson’s, were absent 
longer than nsnal. 

When the mother-bird returned to the ivy 
wall, she stopped at the entrance of the nest 
with a beating heart; but, seeing her brood all 
safe and well, she hastened to take them under 
her wings. As soon as she was seated, she ob- 
served that they were not so cheerful as usual. 

‘ ‘ What is the matter?” said she; “how have 
you agreed during my absence?” 

To these questions all were unwilling to 
reply; for the truth was that they had been 
quarrelling. 

‘What, all silent?” said she. “I fear you 
have not obeyed my commands. I desire you 
will tell me the truth.” Robin, knowing that 
he was the greatest offender, began to justify 
himself before the others could have time to 
accuse him. 

“I only gave Dick a little peck, mother,” said 
he, “because he crowded me so; and all the 
others fell upon me at once.” 

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“ Since you have begun, Robin,’ ’ answered 
Dicky, 44 I must speak, for you gave me a very 
hard peck; and I was afraid you had put out 
my eye. I am sure I made all the room I could 
for you; but you said you ought to have half 
the nest and to be master when your father and 
mother were out, because you are the eldest.” 

“I do not love to tell tales,” said Flapsy, 
4 4 but what Dicky says is true, Robin.” 

4 4 And you set your foot very hard upon me,” 
cried Pecksy, 4 4 for telling you that you had for- 
gotten your mother’s command.” 

ROBIN IN DISGRACE 

4 4 This is a sad story,” said the mother. 44 I 
am sorry to find, Robin, that you already show 
such a bad disposition. As for you being the 
eldest, though it makes me show you a prefer 
ence on all proper occasions, it does not give 
you a privilege to domineer over your brother 
and sisters. To show you that you are not 
master of the nest, I desire you to get from 
under my wing, and sit on the outside.” 

Robin, greatly mortified, retired from his 
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mother, on which Dicky began to intercede for 
him. 

“Pardon Robin, my dear mother,” said he; 
“I forgive his treatment to me.” 

“You are a good bird, Dicky,” said his 
mother; “but such an offence as this must be 
repented of before it is pardoned.” 

At this instant her mate returned with a fine 
worm, and looked as usual for Robin. 

“Give it,” said the mother, “to Dicky; 
Robin must be served last this morning; nay, 
I do not know whether 1 shall permit him to 
have any food the whole day.” 

Dicky was very unwilling to mortify his 
brother; but, on his mother commanding him 
not to detain his father, he opened his mouth, 
and swallowed the delicious mouthful. 

“What can be the matter!” said the good 
father, when he had emptied his mouth ; 
4 ‘ surely none of the little ones have been 
naughty! But I cannot stop to inquire at 
present, for I left another worm, which may be 
gone if I do not make haste back. ’ ’ 

The father soon came and fed Flapsy, and 
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then, thinking it best for his mate to continue 
her admonitions, he flew off again. During 
her father’s absence, Pecksy, whose little heart 
was full of affectionate concern for the punish- 



“‘GIVE IT,' SAID THE MOTHER, * TO DICKY.’” 


ment of her brother, thus attempted to comfort 
him : 

“ Robin, do not grieve, I will give you my 
breakfast, if my mother will let me.” 

“Oh,” said Robin, “I do not want any break- 


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fast; if I may not be served first, I will have 
none. ’ ’ 

“Shall I ask my mother to forgive you?” 
said Pecksy. 

“I do not want any of yonr intercessions,” 
replied he; “if yon had not been a parcel of 
ill-natured things, I should not have been 
pushed about as I am.” 

“Come back, Pecksy,” said the mother, who 
overheard them. “I will not have you talk 
with so naughty a bird. I forbid every one of 
you even to go near him.” 

The father then arrived, and Pecksy was fed. 

“You may rest yourself, my dear,” said the 
mother, “your morning’s task is ended.” 

“Why, what has Robin done?” asked he. 

“What I am sorry to relate,” she replied; 
“quarreled with his brother and sisters.” 

‘ ‘ Quarreled with his brother and sisters ? 
you surprise me; I could not have suspected 
he would have been either so foolish or so un- 
kind.” 

“Oh, this is not all,” said the mother; “for 
he presumes on being the eldest, and claims 

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half the nest to himself when we are absent, 
and now is sullen because he is disgraced, and 
not fed first as usual.” 

“If this be the case,” replied the father, 
“leave me to settle this business, my dear, and 
pray go into the air a little, for you seem to be 
sadly grieved at his misconduct . 9 1 

“I am disturbed,” said she, “I confess; for 
after all my care and kindness, I did not expect 
such a sad return as this. I am sorry to expose 
this naughty bird even to you, but he will not be 
corrected by me. I will do as you desire, go 
into the air a little.” So saying, she flew to 
a neighboring tree, where she anxiously 
waited the event of her mate’s admonition. 

ROBIN IS SCOLDED 

As soon as the mother departed the father 
thus addressed the naughty bird: “And so, 
Robin, you want to be master of the nest? A 
pretty master you would make indeed, who do 
not know even how to govern your own tem- 
per ! I will not stand to talk much to you now, 
but, depend upon it, I will not suffer you to 
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use any of the family ill, particularly your good 
mother; and if you persist in obstinacy I will 
certainly turn you out of the nest before you 
can fly.” 

These threatenings frightened Robin, and he 
also began to be very hungry as well as cold ; he 
therefore promised to behave better for the 
future, and his brother and sisters pleaded that 
he might be forgiven. 

When the mother heard this she raised her 
drooping head and hastened into the nest. 

In the meanwhile, Robin wished for, yet 
dreaded, her return. As soon as he saw her 
he lifted up a supplicating eye, and in a weak 
tone (for hunger and sorrow had made him 
faint), he cried, “ Forgive me, dear mother, I 
will not again offend you!” 

“I accept your submission, Robin,” said she, 
“and will once more receive you to my wing; 
but your behavior has made me very un- 
happy. ’ ’ 

She then made room for him; he nestled 
closely to her side, and soon found the benefit 
of her fostering heat; but he was still hungry, 
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yet he had not confidence to ask his father to 
fetch him any food ; but this kind parent, see- 
ing that his mother had received him into 
favor, .flew with all speed to a field, where he 
soon met with a worm, which, with tender love, 
he presented to Robin, who swallowed it with 
gratitude. 

Thus was peace restored to the nest, and the 
happy mother once more rejoiced that harmony 
reigned in the family. 

All the nestlings continued very good for 
several days. The little family were soon 
covered with feathers, which their mother 
taught them to dress, telling them that neatness 
was a very essential thing, both for health, and 
also to render them agreeable in the eye of the 
world. At the same time that she recom- 
mended neatness of person, she did not forget 
to caution them against vanity and deceit. 

THE ROBINS AND THE CHILDREN 

Robin was a very strong bird, not remark- 
able for his beauty; hut there was a great brisk- 
ness in his manner, which covered many de- 
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fects; and lie was very likely to attract notice. 
His father judged, from the tone of his chirp- 
ings, that he would be a very good songster. 

Dicky had a remarkably fine plumage, 
although being young, the red on his breast had 
not appeared; body and wings were of an ele- 
gant mottled brown, and his eyes sparkled like 
diamonds. 

Flapsy was also very pretty; but more dis- 
tinguished for the elegance of her shape than 
for the variety and lustre of her feathers. 

Pecksy had no outward charms to recommend 
her to notice, but they were doubly supplied 
by the sweetness of her disposition. Her tem- 
per was constantly serene; she was ever atten- 
tive to the happiness of her parents, and would 
not have grieved them for the world; and her 
affection for her brothers and sister was so 
great, that she constantly preferred their inter- 
est to her own. 

The kind parents attended to them with un- 
remitting affection, and made their daily visit 
to Frederick and Harriet Benson, who punctu- 
ally discharged the benevolent duty of feeding 
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them. The robin-redbreasts, made familiar by 
repeated favors, approached nearer and nearer 
to their little friends by degrees ; and at length 
ventured to enter the room, and feed upon the 
breakfast-table. Harriet was delighted at this, 



and Frederick was overjoyed; he longed to 
catch the birds; but his mother told him that 
would be the very means to drive them away. 
Harriet entreated him not to frighten them on 
any account, and he was prevailed on to for- 

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bear ; but could not help expressing a wish that 
he had them in a cage, that he might feed them 
all day long. 

BIRDS IN CAGES 

The cock-bird, having finished his breakfast, 
flew out at the window, followed by his mate; 
and, as soon as they were out of sight, Mrs. 
Benson continued her discourse. “And would 
you really confine these sweet creatures in a 
cage, Frederick, merely to have the pleasure of 
feeding them? Should you like to be always 
shut up in a little room, and think it sufficient 
if you were supplied with victuals and drink? 
But this is not all, for many a poor bird is 
caught and taken away from its family, after 
it has been at the trouble of building a nest, and 
perhaps laid its eggs, or even hatched its young 
ones, which are by this means exposed to cer- 
tain destruction. It is likely that these very 
redbreasts may have young ones, for this is 
the season of the year for their hatching; and I 
rather think they have, from the circumstance 
of their always coming together .’ ’ 

“If that is the case,” said Miss Harriet, “it 
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would be a pity, indeed, to confine them. But 
why, mother, if it is wrong to catch birds, did 
you at one time keep canary-birds V 9 

“The case is very different in respect to 
canary-birds, my dear, ” said Mrs. Benson: “by 



“WHY DID YOU KEEP CANARY-BIRDS ?’* 


keeping them in a cage, I did them a kindness. 
I remember once to have seen a canary bird 
which had been turned loose because it could 
not sing. It was starving for want of food, 
famishing with thirst, and shivering with cold, 
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while sparrows and chaffinches were pursuing it 
from place to place with every mark of insult. 
I could not help fancying the little creature to 
he like a foreigner just landed from some dis- 
tant country, followed by rude boys, who were 
ridiculing him because his dress and language 
were strange to them. ’ ? 

“And what became of the canary !” said 
Harriet. 

“I ordered a cage hung on a tree,” replied 
Mrs. Benson, “to which the bird flew with 
evident pleasure. I kept it for some years, and 
then gave it to a friend, who placed it in his 
aviary, where it is now enjoying itself. I have 
also occasionally kept larks. In severe winters, 
vast numbers of them come to this country from 
a colder climate, and many perish. Quantities 
of them are killed and sold for the table; and 
the bird-catchers usually have a great many to 
sell, and many an idle boy has some to dispose 
of. I frequently buy them, as you know, Har- 
riet ; but as soon as the fine weather returns, 
I always set them at liberty. But come, my 
dears, prepare for your morning walk.” 

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THE NESTLINGS HAVE A FRIGHT 

In the meantime the hen redbreast returned 
to the nest, while her mate took his flight in 
search of food for his family. When the mother 
approached the nest, she was surprised at not 
hearing, as usual, the chirping of her young 
ones; and what was her astonishment at see- 
ing them all crowded together, trembling with 
apprehension ! 

‘ ‘ What is the matter, my nestlings, ’ ’ said she, 
“that I find you in this terror V 9 

“Oh, my dear mother !” cried Robin, who 
first ventured to raise up his head, “is it you!” 

Pecksy then revived, and entreated her 
mother to come into the nest, which she did 
without delay; and the little tremblers crept 
under her wings, endeavoring to conceal them- 
selves in this happy retreat. 

“What has terrified you in this manner V 9 
said she. 

“Oh, I do not know,” replied Dicky; “but 
we have seen such a monster as I never beheld 
before !” 

4 ‘ A monster, my dear ! pray describe it. ’ 9 
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‘ ‘ I cannot, ’ ’ said Dicky ; “ it was too frightful 
to be described / 9 

“ Frightful indeed,’ ’ cried Robin; 4 4 but I bad 
a full view of it, and will give the best descrip- 
tion I can. We were all sitting peaceably in the 
nest, and very happy together; Dicky and I 
were trying to sing, when suddenly we heard 
a noise against the wall, and presently a great 
round red face appeared before the nest, with 
a pair of enormous staring eyes, a very large 
beak, and below that a wide mouth, with two 
rows of bones that looked as if they could grind 
us all to pieces in an instant. About the top 
of this round face, and down the sides, hung 
something black, but not like feathers. When 
the two staring eyes had looked at us for some 
time, the whole thing disappeared.” 

“I cannot at all conceive from your descrip- 
tion, Robin, what this thing could be,” said the 
mother ; ‘ ‘ but perhaps it may come again. ’ ’ 

‘ ‘ Oh, I hope not ! ’ 9 cried Flapsy ; “I shall die 
with fear if it does.” 

“Why so, my love?” said her mother; “has 
it done you any harm?” 

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“I cannot say it has,” replied Flapsy. 

“Well, then, you do very wrong, my dear, in 
giving way to such apprehensions. You must 
strive to get the better of this fearful disposi- 
tion. When you go abroad in the world, you 



JOE FRIGHTENS THE NESTLINGS. 


will see many strange objects; and if you are 
terrified at every appearance which you cannot 
account for, you will live a most unhappy life. 
Endeavor to be good, and then you need not 
fear anything. But here comes your father; 

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perhaps he will be able to explain the ap- 
pearance which has so much alarmed you to- 
day. ’ ’ 

As soon as the father had given the worm 
to Robin, he was preparing to depart for 
another, but, to his surprise, all the rest of the 
nestlings begged him to stay, declaring they 
had rather go without their meal if only he 
would remain at home and take care of them. 

“Stay at home and take care of you!” said 
he. “Why is that more necessary now than 
usual!” 

The mother then related the strange occur- 
rence that had occasioned this request. 

“Nonsense!” said he; “a monster! great 
eyes! large mouth! long beak! T don’t under- 
stand such stuff. Besides, as it did them no 
harm, why are they to be in such terror now it 
is gone!” 

“Don’t be angry, dear father,” said Pecksy, 
“for it was very frightful indeed.” 

“Well,” said he, “I will fly all round the 
orchard, and perhaps I may meet this mon 
ster. ’ ’ 


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4 ‘ Oh, it will eat you up, it will eat you up ! ’ ’ 
said Flapsy. 

“ Never fear,” said he; and away he flew. 

The mother then again attempted to calm 
them, but all in vain; their fears were now re- 
doubled for their father’s safety. However, to 
their great joy, he soon returned. 

“Well,” said he, “I have seen this monster.” 
The little ones then clung to their mother, fear- 
ing the dreadful creature was just at hand. 

“What, afraid again!” cried he; “a parcel 
of stout hearts I have in my nest, truly ! Why, 
when you fly about in the world, you will in all 
probability see hundreds of such monsters, as 
you call them, unless you choose to confine your- 
selves to a retired life ; nay, even in woods and 
groves you will be liable to meet some of them, 
and those of the most mischievous kind.” 

“I begin to comprehend,” said the mother, 
“that these dear nestlings have seen the face 
of a man.” 

“Even so,” replied her mate; “it is a man, 
no other than our friend the gardener, that has 
so alarmed them.” 


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“A man!” cried Dicky; “was that frightful 
thing a man?” 

“Nothing more, I assure you,” answered his 
father, “and a good man too, I have reason 
to believe; for he is very careful not to frighten 
your mother and me when we are picking up 
worms, and has frequently thrown crumbs to us 
when he was eating his breakfast.” 

“And does he live in this garden?” said 
Flapsy. 

“He works here very often,” replied her 
father, “but is frequently absent.” 

“Oh, then,” cried she, “pray take us abroad 
when he is away, for indeed I cannot bear to 
see him.” 

“You are a little simpleton,” said the father; 
‘ ‘ and if you do not endeavor to get more 
courage, I will leave you in the nest by your- 
self when I am .teaching your brothers and 
sister to fly and peck. And what will you do 
then? for you must not expect we shall go from 
them to bring you food.” 

Flapsy, fearful that her father would be 
quite angry, promised to follow his directions 
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in every respect; and the rest began to recover 
their spirits. 

JOE, THE GARDENER 

Whilst this terrible commotion was going on, 
the monster, who was no other than honest Joe, 



“A PAIR OF ROBINS HAVE COME TO THE ORCHARD.” 


the gardener, went to the house, and inquired 
for his young master and mistress, having, as 
he justly supposed, some pleasing news to tell 
them. 


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“Master Frederick / ’ said Joe, “a pair of 
robins have come very often to one place in the 
orchard lately; so, thought I, these birds have 
got a nest. So I watched and watched, and at 
last I saw the old hen fly into a hole in the 
ivy wall. I had a fancy to set my ladder and 
look in; but, as master ordered me not to 
frighten the birds, I stayed till the old one flew 
out again, and then I mounted, and there I saw 
the little creatures full fledged; and if you and 
Miss Harriet may go with me, I will show them 
to you, for the nest is but a little way from the 
ground, and you may easily get up the step- 
ladder. ’ ’ 

Frederick was in raptures, being confident 
that these were the indentical robins he was so 
attached to, and, like a little thoughtless boy as 
he was, he would have gone immediately with 
the gardener, had not the sister reminded him 
that it was proper to ask leave first ; she there- 
fore told Joe she would let him know when she 
had done so. 

Now the redbreasts, having quieted the fears 
of their young family, and fed them as usual, 
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retired to a tree, desiring their little nestlings 
not to be terrified if the monster should look 
in upon them again, as it was very probable he 
would do. They promised to bear the sight as 
well as they could. 



When the old ones were seated in the tree, 
“It is time,” said the father, “to take onr nest- 
lings abroad. You see, my love, how very 
timorous they are; and if we do not use them 
a little to the world, they will never be able 
to shift for themselves.” 


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“Very true, ” replied the mother; “they are 
now full fledged, and therefore, if you please, 
we will take them out to-morrow; but prepare 
them for it.” 

“The best way,” answered her mate, “will 
be to leave them by themselves a little; there- 
fore we will now take a flight together, and then 
come back.” 

The mother complied, but she longed to be 
with her dear family. 

When they stopped a little to rest on a tree, 
“Last year,” said the hen redbreast, “it was 
my misfortune to be deprived of my nestlings 
by some cruel boys, before they were quite 
fledged, and it is that which makes me so timid 
now, that I do not feel comfortable when I am 
away from them.” 

THE FATHER ROBINS STORY 

“A calamity of the same kind befell me,” 
replied the father; “I never shall forget it. I 
had been taking a flight in the woods, in order 
to procure some nice morsels for one of my nest- 
lings. When I returned to the place in which 
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I had imprudently built, the first circumstance 
that alarmed me was a part of my nest scat- 
tered on the ground, just at the entrance of my 
habitation. I then saw a large opening in the 
wall, where before there was only room for my- 



self to pass. I stopped with a beating heart, 
in hopes of hearing the chirpings of my be- 
loved family, but all was silence. I then re- 
solved to enter; but what was my consterna- 
tion when I found that the nest, which my dear 

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mate and I had with so much labor built, and 
the dear little ones who were the joy of our 
lives, were stolen away; nay, I did not know but 
the tender mother was also taken. I rushed out 
of the place, distracted with apprehensions for 
the miseries they might endure; lamenting my 
weakness, which rendered me incapable of 
rescuing them; but recollecting that my dear 
mate might in all probability have escaped, I 
resolved to go in search of her. As I was fly- 
ing along, I saw three boys, whose appearance 
was far from disagreeable; one of them held- 
in his hand my nest of young ones, 
which he eyed with cruel delight, while 
his companions seemed to share his joy. The 
dear little creatures, insensible of their fate 
(for they were newly hatched), opened their 
mouths, expecting to be fed by me or their 
mother, but all in vain ; to have attempted feed- 
ing them at this time would have been certain 
destruction to myself; but I resolved to follow 
the barbarians, that I might at least see to what 
place my darlings were consigned. 

‘ ‘ In a short time, the party arrived at a house, 
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and he who before held the nest now committed 
it to the care of another, but soon returned with 
a kind of food I was totally unacquainted with ; 
and with this, my young ones, when they gaped 
for food, were fed, hunger induced them to 
swallow it, but soon after, mising the warmth 
of their mother, they set up a general cry, 
which pierced my very heart. Immediately 
after this the nest was carried away, and what 
became of my nestlings then I could never dis- 
cover, though I frequently hovered about the 
fatal spot of their imprisonment with the hope 
of seeing them.” 

“Pray,” said the hen redbreast, “what be- 
came of your mate?” 

“Why, my dear,” said he, “ when I found 
there was no chance of assisting my little ones, 
I pursued my course, and sought her in every 
place of our usual resort, but to no purpose;* 
at length I returned to the bush where I beheld 
an afflicting sight indeed, my beloved com- 
panion lying on the ground just expiring. I 
flew to her instantly, and endeavored to recall 
her to life. At the sound of my voice she lifted 
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up her languid eyelids, and said, ‘ And are you 
then safe, my love! What is become of our little 
ones!’ In hope of comforting her, I told her I 
hoped they were alive and well ; but she replied, 
‘Your consolations come too late; the blow is 
struck, I feel my death approaching. The 
horror which seized me when I missed my nest- 
lings, and supposed myself robbed at once of 
my mate and infants, was too powerful for my 
weak frame to sustain. Oh, why will the 
human race be so wantonly cruel!’ The 
agonies of death now came on, and, after a 
few convulsive pangs, she breathed her last, and 
left me an unhappy widower. I passed the re- 
mainder of the summer, and a dreary winter 
that succeeded it, in a very uncomfortable man- 
ner, though the natural cheerfulness of my dis- 
position did not leave me long a prey to un- 
availing sorrow. I resolved the following 
spring to seek another mate, and had the good 
fortune to meet with you, whose amiable dis- 
position has renewed my happiness. And now, 
my dear,” said he, “let me ask you what be- 
came of your former companion!” 

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‘ 4 Why,’ ’ replied the hen redbreast, “soon 
after the loss of our nest, as he was endeavor- 
ing to discover what had become of it, a cruel 
hawk caught him up, and devoured him in an 
instant. I need not say that I felt the bitterest 
pangs for his loss; it is sufficient to inform 
you that I led a solitary life till I met with you, 
whose endearing behavior has made society 
again agreeable to me.” 

THE CHILDREN SEE THE NEST 

As soon as Joe, the gardener, found that the 
young ‘ ‘ gentry, ’ ’ as he called them, had obtained 
permission to accompany him, he took Fred- 
erick by the hand, and said, “Come along/ ’ 

When they arrived at the desired spot, Joe 
placed the ladder, and his young master, with 
a little assistance, mounted it very nimbly. 

1 ‘ Oh, the sweet creatures ! * 1 cried he, ‘ ‘ there 
are four of them, I declare ! I never saw any- 
thing so pretty in my life! I wish I might 
carry you all home ! ’ * 

“That you must not do, Frederick,’ ’ said his 
sister; “and I beg you will come away.” 

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Joe then addressed Harriet: “Now, Miss 
Harriet, ’ ’ said he, ‘ 4 will you go up V ’ 

Harriet was willing, but, being fearful of ter- 
rifying the little birds, took only a peep at the 
nest. 

At this instant Frederick perceived the two 
redbreasts, who were returning from their little 
excursion, and called to his sister to observe 
them. He was very desirous to watch whether 
they would go back to their nest, but she would 
on no account consent to stay, lest her mother 
should be displeased and lest the birds should 
be frightened; Frederick, therefore, with re- 
luctance followed her, and Joe attended them 
to the house. 

As soon as they were out of sight, the hen-bird 
alighted upon the ivy, and, peeping into the 
nest, inquired how they all did. 

“Very well, dear mother,’ ’ said Robin. 

“What,” cried the father, who now 
alighted, “all safe! Not one eaten up by the 
monster!” 

“No, father,” replied Dicky, “we nre not de- 
voured; and yet, I assure you, the monster we 
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saw before has been here again, and brought 
two others with him. ” 

“Two others! what, like himself V 9 said the 
father ; “ I thought, Flapsy, you were to die with 
apprehension if you saw him again ? But now 



“I NEVER SAW ANYTHING SO PRETTY IN MY LIFE!” 


summon up all your courage, for to-morrow 
you shall, with your brothers and sister, begin 
to see the world.’ ’ 

LEARNING TO FLY 

Early in the morning the hen redbreast 

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awakened her young brood. “Come, my little 
ones,” said she, “shake off your drowsiness; 
remember this is the day fixed for your en- 
trance into the world. I desire that each of 
you will dress your feathers before you go out ; 
for a slovenly bird is my aversion, and neatness 
is a great advantage to the appearance of 
every one.” 

The father bird was upon the wing betimes, 
that he might give each one of his young ones 
a breakfast before they attempted to leave the 
nest. When he had fed them, he desired his 
mate to accompany him as usual to Mr. Ben- 
son’s, where he found the parlor window open, 
and his young friends sitting with their mother. 
Crumbs had been, according to custom, strewn 
before the window, which the other birds had 
nearly devoured; hut the redbreasts took their 
usual post on the tea-table, and the father bird 
sung his morning lay; after which they re- 
turned with all possible speed to the nest, for, 
having so important an affair to manage, they 
could not be long absent. 

As the father entered the nest, he cried out 
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with a cheerful voice, “Well, my nestlings, are 
you all ready?” 

“Yes,” they replied. 

The mother then advanced, and desired that 
each of them would get upon the edge of the 



nest. Robin and Pecksy sprang up in an in- 
stant; but Dicky and Flapsy, being timorous, 
were not so expeditious. 

The hearts of the parents felt great delight 
at the view they now had of their young family, 
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which appeared to be strong, vigorous, and 
lively; and, in a word, endued with every gift 
of nature requisite to their success in the world. 

4 ‘Now,” said the father, “stretch your wings, 
Robin, and flutter them a little, in this manner 
(showing him the way), and be sure to observe 
my directions exactly. Very well, ,, said he, 
“do not attempt to fly yet, for here is neither 
air nor space enough for that purpose. Walk 
gently after me to the wall; then follow me to 
the tree that stands close to it, and hop on from 
branch to branch, as you will see me do; then 
rest yourself; and as soon as you see me fly 
away, spread your wings, and exert all the 
strength you have to follow me.” 

Robin acquitted himself to admiration, and 
alighted very safely on the ground. 

“Now stand still, ? ? said the father, “till the 
rest join us.” Then, going back, he called 
upon Dicky to do the same as his brother had 
done; but Dicky was very fearful of fluttering 
his wings, for he was a little coward, and ex- 
pressed many apprehensions that he should not 
reach the ground without falling, as they were 
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such a great height from it. His father, who 
was a very courageous bird, was quite angry 
with him. 

“Why, you foolish little thing, ’ ’ said he, “do 
you mean to stay in the nest by yourself and 
starve? I shall leave off bringing you food, I 
assure you. Get up this instant.” 

Dicky, intimidated by his father’s dis- 
pleasure, got up, and advanced as far as the 
branch from which he was to descend ; but here 
his fears returned, and, instead of making an 
effort to fly, he stood flapping his wings in a 
most irresolute manner, and suffered his 
father to lead the way twice without following 
him. This good parent, finding he would not 
venture to fly, took a circuit unperceived by 
Dicky ; and watching the opportunity, when his 
wings were a little spread, came suddenly be- 
hind him and pushed him off the branch. Dicky, 
finding himself in actual danger of falling, now 
gladly stretched his pinions, and upborne by 
the air, he gently descended to the ground, so 
near the spot where Robin stood that the latter 
easily reached him by hopping. 

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The mother now undertook to conduct Flapsy 
and Pecksy, whilst the father stayed to take 
care of the two already landed. Flapsy made 
a thousand difficulties, hut at length yielded to 
her mother’s persuasions, and flew safely down. 
Pecksy, without the least hesitation, accom- 
panied her, and, by exactly following the direc- 
tions given, found the task much easier than 
she expected. 

As soon as they had a little recovered from 
the fatigue and fright of their first essay at 
flying, they began to look round them with 
astonishment. Every object on which they 
turned their eyes excited their curiosity and 
wonder. They were no longer confined to a 
little nest, built in a small hole, but were now 
at full liberty in the open air. The orchard 
itself appeared to them a world. For some 
time each remained silent, gazing around, first 
at one thing, then at another; at length Flapsy 
cried out, “What a charming place the world 
is ! I never thought it was half so big ! 7 7 

“Now, then,” said the father, “you are 
safely landed on the ground, let me instruct you 
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what to do. Every living creature has some- 
thing to perform. We small birds have a very 
easy task in comparison to others, being only 
required to seek food for ourselves, build nests 



and provide for our young ones until they are 
able to care for themselves. 

“We have, indeed, enemies to dread, such as 
birds of prey, but the worst foes we have are 
those of the human race, though even among 
them we redbreasts have a better chance than 
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many other birds, on account of a charitable 
action which two of our species are said to have 
performed towards a little boy and girl who 
were lost in a wood, where they were starved to 
death. The redbreasts I speak of saw the pair, 
hand in hand, stretched out on the cold ground, 
and would have fed them. They were, how- 
ever, quite dead, and, being unable to bury 
them, the birds covered them with leaves. Many 
a redbreast has since shared the reward of this 
action, and I believe that those who do good to 
others always receive a recompense. Now, let 
us see what we can find for food.” 

Before long the birds were hopping about in 
search of food. Dicky had the good fortune to 
find four little worms together, but instead of 
calling his brother and sisters to partake of 
them, he devoured them all himself. 

“Are you not ashamed, you little greedy 
creature ?” cried his father, who observed his 
selfish disposition; “what would you think of 
your brother and sisters were they to serve you 
so?” 

Dicky was quite confounded, and immediately 
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liopped away to find, if possible, something for 
his brother and sisters, that he might regain 
their good opinion. 

In the meanwhile Robin found a caterpillar, 
which he intended to take for Pecksy; but just 



as he was going to pick it up, a linnet, which 
had a nest in the orchard, snatched it from him, 
and flew away with it. 

With the most furious rage Robin advanced 
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to his father, and entreated that he would fly 
after the linnet and tear his heart out. 

“That would be taking violent revenge in- 
deed,’ ’ said his father. 

“No, Robin, the linnet has as great a right 
to the caterpillar as you or I. Restrain your 
anger, that you may be happy ; for, believe me, 
peace and tranquillity are the most valuable 
things you can possess. ’ ’ 

At this instant, Pecksy came up with a fine 
fat spider in her mouth, which she laid down 
at her mother’s feet, and thus addressed her: 
“Accept, my dear parent, the first tribute of 
gratitude which I have ever been able to offer 
you. ’ ’ 

The eyes of the mother sparkled with de- 
light; and knowing that Pecksy ’s love would be 
disappointed by a refusal, she ate the spider 
which the dutiful nestling had so affectionately 
brought her; and then said, “How happy would 
families be if every one, like you, my dear 
Pecksy, consulted the welfare of the rest in- 
stead of turning their whole attention to their 
own interest.” 


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Dicky was not present at this speech, which 
he might have considered as a reflection on his 
own conduct; but he arrived as it was ended, 
and presented Pecksy with a worm, like those 
he had himself so greedily eaten. She received 



“PECKSY CAME UP WITH A SPIDER IN HER MOUTH.” 


it with thanks, and declared it was doubly wel- 
come from his beak. 

“Certainly,” said the mother, “fraternal 
love stamps a value on the most trifling 
presents. ’ ’ 


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robin’s conceit 

“Now, Robin,” cried the father/ “let ns see 
your dexerity in flying upward; come, I will 
show you how to raise yourself . 9 9 

“Oh, you need not take that trouble,” said 
the conceited bird; “as I flew down, I warrant 
I know how to fly up.” Then spreading his 
wings, he attempted to rise, but in so unskilful a 
manner, that he only shuffled along upon the 
ground. 

“That will not do, however,” cried the 
father; “shall I show you now?” 

Robin persisted in it that he stood in no need 
of instruction, and tried again; he managed to 
raise himself a little way, but soon tumbled 
headlong. His mother then began reproving 
him for his obstinacy, and advised him to ac- 
cept his father’s kind offer of teaching him. 

“Let him alone, let him alone,” said the 
father; “if he is above being taught, he may 
find his own way to the nest; I will teach his 
brother. “Come,” said he, “Dicky, let us see 
what you can do at flying upwards; you cut a 
noble figure this morning when you flew down.” 

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Dicky, with reluctance, advanced; and, after 
some encouragement, flew back into the nest. 
Flapsy and Pecksy soon followed. Robin sat 
sulky; though convinced he had been in the 
wrong, he would not humble himself to his 
father, who therefore resolved to leave him a 
little while and return to the nest. 

ROBIN HAS A FALL 

As soon as Robin found himself deserted, in- 
stead of being sorry, he gave way to anger and 
resentment. “Why,” cried he, “am I to be 
treated in this maner, who am the eldest of the 
family, while all the little darlings are fondled 
and caressed? But I don’t care, I can get to 
the nest yet, I make no doubt.” He then at- 
tempted to fly, and after a great many trials, at 
length got up in the air, but he fell to the ground 
and bruised himself a good deal. Stunned with 
the fall, he lay for some minutes without sense 
or motion; but soon reviving and finding him- 
self alone in this dismal condition, the horrors 
of his situation filled him with dreadful appre- 
hensions and the bitterest remorse. 

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His mother, who had been a painful eye- 
witness of Robin’s fall, fetched him a worm, 
and Robin received the welcome gift with 
gratitude. 

Refreshed with this delicious morsel, and 
comforted by his mother’s kindness, he was able 
to stand up, and, on shaking his wings, he 
found that he was not so greatly hurt as he ap- 
prehended; his head, indeed, was bruised, so 
that one eye was almost closed, and he had in- 
jured the joint of one wing, so that he could 
not possibly fly; however, he could manage to 
hop, and the parent-bird, observing that Joe 
the gardener was cutting a hawthorn-hedge, 
which was near the spot, desired Robin to 
follow her ; this he did, though with great pain. 

When he had been for some time by himself, 
his mother made him another visit, and told 
him she had interceded with his father, whose 
anger was abated, and he would come to him 
before he went to rest. In a state of anxious 
expectation he continued almost to the time of 
sun-setting, when his father conducted him to a 
pump in the garden, where he refreshed him- 
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self with a few drops of water. He now felt 
himself greatly relieved; hut on his father’s 
asking him what he intended to do with him- 
self at night, his spirits sunk again, and he an- 
swered he did not know. “Well,” said the 



** ROBIN REFRESHED HIMSELF WITH THE WATER.’ ’ 

father, “I have thought of an expedient to 
secure you from cold at least. In a part of the 
orchard, a very little way from here, there is 
a place belonging to our friend the gardener, 
where I have sheltered myself from several 

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storms, and am sure it will afford you a com- 
fortable lodging; so follow me before it is too 
late.” 

ROBIN IN THE TOOL-HOUSE 

The old bird then led the way, and his son 
followed him; when they arrived, they found 
the door of the tool-house open, and, as the 
threshold was low, Robin managed to get over 
it. His father looked carefully about, and at 
last found, in a corner, a bundle of strips of 
cloth kept for the purpose of nailing up trees. 

“Here, Robin,” said he, “is a charming bed 
for you; let me see you in it, and call your 
mother to have a peep, and then I must bid you 
good-night. ’ ’ 

So saying, away he flew, and brought his 
mate, who was perfectly satisfied with the lodg- 
ing provided for her late undutiful but now re- 
pentant son ; but, reminded by her mate that if 
they stayed longer they might be shut in, they 
took leave, telling Robin they would visit him 
early in the morning. 

Early next morning, Flapsy, Pecksy, and 
Dicky, went to the woodshed to see Robin. 

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As soon as the old redbreasts left their little 
family, in order to go to Mrs. Benson’s, 
Pecksy, with great kindness, began to ask Robin 
where he had hurt himself, apd how he did. 
“Oh,” said he, “I am much better; but it is a 
wonder I am now alive, for you cannot think 
what a dreadful fall I had.” 

Flapsy said, for her part, she longed to see 
the world, and to know how the higher ranks 
of birds behaved themselves, and what 
pleasures they enjoyed. And Dicky declared 
he felt the same wishes, though he must confess 
he had great dread of birds of prey. 

“Oh,” said Flapsy, “they will never seize 
such a pretty creature as you, Dicky, I am 
sure. 9 ’ 

“Why, if beauty can prevail against cruelty, 
you will be secure, my sweet sister, ’ ’ replied he, 
“for your delicate shape must plead in your be- 
half.” 

A BIRD OF PREY 

Just as he had finished his speech, a hawk ap- 
peared in sight, on which the whole party was 
seized with a most uncommon sensation, and 
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threw themselves on their backs, screaming 
with all their might; and at the same instant, 
the cries of numbers of little birds echoed 
through the orchard. The redbreasts soon re- 
covered, and, rising on their feet, looked about 
to see what had become of the cause of their 
consternation. Then they beheld him high in 
the air, bearing off some unhappy victim, a few 
of whose feathers fell near the young family, 
who, on examining them, found they belonged 
to a goldfinch; on which Pecksy observed that 
it was evident these savages paid no attention 
to personal beauty. Dicky was so terrified he 
knew not what to do, and had thoughts of fly- 
ing back to the nest; but after Robin’s mis- 
fortune, he was fearful of offending his father ; 
he therefore got up into a currant-bush, and hid 
himself in the thickest part of the leaves. 
Flapsy followed him; but Robin being obliged 
to kept on the ground, Pecksy kindly resolved 
to bear him company. 

ROBIN IS LOST AND FOUND 

The day passed happily away; and early in 
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the evening, Flapsy, Pecksy, and Dicky were 
conducted to the nest. They mounted in the air 
with much more ease than the preceding day, 
and the parents instructed them how to fly to 



‘BEARING OFF SOME UNHAPPY VICTIM.” 


the branches of some trees which stood near the 
ivy-wall. 

In the meantime they had left Robin by him- 
self, thinking he would be safe while the 
gardener was mowing some grass ; but what was 
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the grief of both father and mother when they 
returned, and could neither see nor hear him! 
The gardener, too, was gone ; they therefore ap- 
prehended that a cat or rat had taken Robin 
away and killed him, yet none of his feathers 
were to be seen. The father endeavored to 
comfort his mate and surviving nestlings, and 
so far succeeded that they resolved to bear the 
loss with patience. 

After a mournful night, the mother left the 
nest early in the morning, unwilling to relin- 
quish the hope which still remained of finding 
Robin again; but having spent an hour in this 
manner, she returned to her mate, who was 
comforting his little ones. 

‘ ‘ Come, ’ ’ said he, ‘ ‘ let us take a flight ; if poor 
Robin is dead, he will suffer no more ; and if he 
is not, so much as we fly about, it is a chance 
hut what we get tidings of him; suppose these 
little ones attempt to fly with us to our bene- 
factor s?” This was very pleasing to every 
one of the little ones, for they longed to go 
thither ; and accordingly it was determined that 
they should immediately set out, and they ac- 
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complished the journey by easy stages; at 
length they arrived in the court. 

As their father and mother flew into the 
window, the others directly followed them, and, 
to the inexpressible satisfaction of Frederick 
Benson, alighted on the tea-table, where they 
met with a very unexpected pleasure; for who 
should they find there as a guest but the poor 
lost Robin! 

You may remember that Frederick obtained 
from his mother a promise, that, when the busi- 
ness of daily instruction was finished, he and 
his sister should go into the orchard in search 
of the robins ; as soon, therefore, as the air was 
sufficiently cool, she took them with her, and 
arrived just after the parent birds had taken 
their young ones back to the nest. Robin was 
then left by himself, and kept hopping about; 
and, fearing no danger, got into the middle of 
the walk. Frederick descried him at a distance, 
and eagerly called out, 4 1 There ’s one of them, I 
declare !” and before Mrs. Benson observed 
him, he ran to the place and clapped his little 
hand over it, exulting that he had caught it. 

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On Frederick’s assuring her that his wing 
hung down when he first saw him, Mrs. Ben- 
son said, “It was most likely he was lamed by 
some accident, which had prevented his going 
with the others to the nest; and if that is the 
case,” said she, “it will be humane and chari- 
table to take care of him. ’ ’ 

Frederick was delighted to hear her say so, 
and asked whether he might carry it home. 

“Yes,” said his mother, “provided you can 
take him safely.” 

I need not say that great care was taken of 
him ; and you will easily suppose he had a more 
comfortable night than that he had passed in 
the shed. 

In the morning Frederick was allowed to 
carry Robin into the breakfast parlor, where 
he placed him as has been already described. 

For some time the young redbreasts behaved 
very well; but at length Dicky, familiarized by 
the kind treatment lie met with, forgot his 
father’s injunctions, and began to hop about 
in a very rude maner ; he even jumped into the 
plate of bread-and butter; and having a mind 
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to taste the tea, hopped on the edge of a cup, 
but dipping his foot in the hot liquid, he was 
glad to make a hasty retreat. Flapsy took the 
freedom of pecking at the sugar, but found it 



too hard for her beak. For these liberties their 
mother reproved them, saying she would never 
bring them with her again if they were guilty 
of such rudeness as to take what was not offered 
to them. 


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As tlieir longer stay would have broken in 
upon a plan which Mrs. Benson had concerted, 
she rang her bell, and the footman came to re- 
move the breakfast things; on which the old 
birds, having taken leave of Robin, and 
promised to come again the next day, flew out 
at the window, followed by Dicky, Flapsy, and 
Pecksy. Robin was safely deposited in a cage, 
and passed a happy day, being often allowed to 
hop out in order to be fed. 

THE ROBINS MEET OTHER BIRDS 

“You have not yet seen,” said the father, 
one day, “the whole of this place, and I wish 
to introduce you to our neighbors.” He then 
led the way to a pear-tree in which a linnet 
had built her nest. The old linnets seemed 
much pleased to see their friends the redbreasts, 
who with great pride introduced their little 
family to them. 

They then flew on to a cherry-tree, in which 
were a pair of chaffinches in great agitation, 
endeavoring to part one of their own brood and 
a young sparrow which were engaged in a 
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furious battle, but in vain; neither of the com- 
batants would desist till the chaffinch dropped 
dead to the ground. 

They alighted on the ground and began peck- 



‘ ROBIN WAS SAFELY DEPOSITED IN A CAGE. 


ing about, when all of a sudden they heard a 
strange noise which rather alarmed the young 
ones. Their father desired them to have no 
fears, but to follow him. He led them to the 
top of a high tree, in which was a nest of mag- 
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pies, who all were eager to speak, and none 
inclined to hear. 

“What a set of foolish, ill-bred little 
creatures are these,’ ’ said the cock redbreast; 
“if they would talk one at a time, what each 
says might afford entertainment to the rest.” 

So saying, he flew on, and they soon saw a 
cuckoo, surrounded by a number of birds who 
had been pecking at her till she had scarce a 
feather left upon her breast ; while she kept re- 
peating her own dull note, “Cuckoo! cuckoo!” 
incessantly. 

They soon came to a hollow tree. ‘ ‘ Peep into 
this hole,” said the cock bird to his young ones. 

They did so, and beheld a nest of young owls. 
“What a set of ugly creatures,” said Dicky; 
‘ ‘ surely you do not intend to show your fright- 
ful faces in the world! Did ever any one see 
such dull eyes, and why are you so muffed up 
with feathers!” 

“Whoever you are that reproach us with the 
want of beauty, you do not show your own good 
sense,” replied one of the little owls; “I can 
show you a pair of eyes which, if you are little 
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FIGHT BETWEEN A CHAFFINCH AND A SPARROW. 


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birds, will frighten you out of your wits ; and if 
I could fly, I would let you see what else I could 
do.” He then drew back the film which was 
given him that the strong light might not in- 



“ CUCKOO ! CUCKOO !” 


jure his sight, and stared full at Dicky, who was 
struck with astonishment. 

At that instant the parent owl returned, and 
seeing a parcel of strangers looking into her 
nest, she set up a screeching which made the 
whole party take wing. 


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They soon alighted on a tree in which was a 
mocking-bird, who, instead of singing any note 
of his own, kept successively imitating those of 
every bird that inhabited the orchard ; and this 
with a view of making them ridiculous. If any 
one had any natural imperfection in his sing- 
ing, he was sure to mimic it ; or if any one was 
particularly attentive to the duties of his sta- 
tion, he ridiculed him as grave and formal. 
The young redbreasts were excessively diverted 
with this droll creature; but their father de- 
sired them to consider whether they should like 
to hear him mimic them. Every one agreed 
that they should be very angry to be ridiculed 
in that manner. 

“Then,” replied the father, “neither en- 
courage nor imitate them.” 

The mocking-bird, hearing him, took up his 
notes 

“Neither encourage nor imitate him,” said 
he. 

The cock redbreast on this flew at him with 
fury, plucked some feathers from his breast, 
and sent him screaming from the place. 


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I liave made you sing a natural note at last, ’ ’ 
said lie, “and hope you will take care how you 
practice mimicry again.” 

The whole redbreast family rested themselves 
for some time; and whilst they sat still, they 



observed a chaffinch flying from tree to tree, 
chattering to every bird he had any knowledge 
of ; and his discourse seemed to affect his 
hearers greatly, for they perceived some birds 
flying off in great ha^te and others meeting 
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them; many battles and disputes ensued. The 
little redbreasts wondered at these circum- 
stances ; at length Pecksy inquired the meaning 
of the bustle. 

4 ‘This chaffinch/ ’ replied the father, “is a 
tell-tale; it is inconceivable the mischief he 
makes . 9 ’ 

As the redbreast was speaking, a flock of 
birds assembled about the tree; it consisted of 
those to whom the chaffinch had been chatter- 
ing, who, having come to an explanation with 
each other, had detected his falsities, and de- 
termined to expel him from the orchard ; which 
they did with every mark of contempt and 
ignominy. All the redbreasts joined in the pur- 
suit, for even the little ones saw his character in 
a detestable light, and formed a determination 
to avoid his fault. When the liar was gone, 
each individual flew to his resting place, and the 
redbreasts, after so fatiguing a day, fell asleep. 

SEEING THE WORLD 

The next morning the redbreasts attended at 
Mrs. Benson’s as usual. When the young ones 
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liad stayed as long as she thought right, the hen 
redbreast summoned them away, and all took 
leave of Robin, who longed to go with them, but 
was not able. The father reminded him that 
he had great reason to rejoice in his present 
situation, considering all things ; on which he re- 
sumed his cheerfulness, and giving a sprightly 
twitter, hopped into Frederick’s hand, which 
was spread open to receive him. The rest then 
flew away, and Harriet and her brother pre- 
pared for their morning tasks. 

The redbreasts alighted, as usual, to drink in 
the court-yard, and were preparing to return 
to the orchard, when Flapsy expressed a desire 
to look a little about the world; for she said 
it would be very mopish to be always confined 
to the orchard ; and Dicky seconded her request. 
The father led the way to a neighboring grove, 
where he placed his little tribe amongst the 
branches of a venerable oak. 

Here their ears were charmed with a most 
enchanting concert of music. On one tree a 
blackbird and a thrush poured forth their 
strong, melodious notes; on another, a number 
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of linnets joined their sweet voices; exalted in 
the air, a skylark warbled a delightful song; 
whilst a brother of the wood, seated on a cool, 
refreshing turf, made the grove re-echo with 
his melody; to these the nightingale joined his 
enchanting lay. In short, not a note was want- 
ing to complete the harmony. 

Observing some boys creeping silently along, 
“Stop,” said the father, “perch on this tree, 
and see what these little monsters are about.” 
Scarcely were they seated, when one of the boys 
mounted an adjacent tree and took a nest of 
half-fledged linnets, which he brought in 
triumph to his companions. 

At this instant a family of thrushes unfor- 
tunately chirped, which directed another boy to 
the place of their habitation ; on which he 
climbed, and eagerly seized the unfortunate 
little creatures. Having met with so much suc- 
cess, the boys left the grove to exult at their 
own homes over their wretched captives, for- 
ever separated from their tender parents. 

They took another flight, and saw a man scat- 
tering seed upon the ground. 


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THE CONCERT OF BIRDS. 



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“See there,' ’ said Dicky, “what fine food that 
man throws down ; I dare say he is some good 
creature, who is a friend to the feathered race ; 
shall we alight and partake of his bounty ?" 
“Do not form too hasty an opinion, Dicky," 



“THE MAN WAS A BIRD-CATCHER.” 


said the father; “watch here a little while, and 
then do as you will. " 

All the little ones stretched their necks, and 
kept a curious eye fixed on the man. In a few 
minutes a number of sparrows, chaffinches, and 

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linnets descended, and began to regale them- 
selves; but, in the midst of their feast, a net 
was suddenly cast over them and they were all 
taken captives. The man, who was a bird- 
catcher by profession, called to his assistant, 
who brought a cage divided into a number of 
small partitions, in which the linnets and chaf- 
finches were separately deposited. In this dis- 
mal prison, where they had scarcely room to 
flutter, were those little creatures confined who 
lately poured forth their songs of joy, fearless 
of danger. As for the sparrows, their necks 
were waning, and they were put in a bag to- 
gether. The little redbreasts trembled for 
themselves, and were in great haste to take 
wing. 

“Stay,” said the father, “Dicky has not yet 
made acquaintance with this friend of the 
feathered race.” 

“No,” said Dicky, “nor do I desire it; de- 
fend me, and all who are dear to me, from such 
friends as these!” 

“Well,” said the father, “learn from this 
instance never to form a hasty judgment, nor 
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to put yourself into the power of strangers, who 
offer you favors you have no right to expect 
from their hands .’ 9 

As they flew on, the father hastily called out, 



“Turn this way, turn this way!” The whole 
party obeyed the word of command, and 
found the good effects of their obedience; for, 
in an instant, they saw a flash of fire; a thick 
smoke followed it, and immediately they heard 

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a dreadful sound, and saw a young redstart fall 
bleeding to the ground, on which he struggled 
just long enough to cry, 4 4 Oh, my dear father, 
why did I not listen to your admonitions, ’ ’ and 
then expired. 

The little redbreasts were struck with con- 
sternation at this dreadful accident; and 
Pecksy, who recovered the soonest, begged her 
father would inform her by what means the red- 
start was killed. 

“He was shot to death,’ ’ said he; “and had 
you not followed my directions, it might have 
been the fate of every one of you; therefore, 
let it be a lesson to you to follow every injunc- 
tion of your parents with the same readiness 
for the future. This poor redstart might have 
avoided his fate; for I heard his father, when 
I was last in the grove, advise him not to fly 
about by himself till he had shown him the dan- 
gers of the world.” 

Pecksy answered that she knew the value of 
parental instruction so well, that she should 
certainly treasure up in her heart every maxim 
of it; and the others promised to do the same. 

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“But,” said Flapsy, “I cannot understand the 
nature of the accident which occasioned the 
death of the redstart. ’ ’ 

“Neither can I explain it to you, my dear,” 
replied the father. “I only know that it is a 



“NEITHER CAN I EXPLAIN IT,” REPLIED THE FATHER. 


very common practice with some men to carry 
instruments, from which they discharge some- 
thing which proves fatal to many a bird ; but I 
have, by attentive observation, learned how to 
evade the mischief. But come, let us descend 
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and refresh ourselves a little, as we may do it 
with safety; and then we will see if we cannot 
find a place where you can have amusement, 
without being exposed to such dangers as attend 
the inhabitants of woods and groves. 

“Are you sufficiently rested to take a pretty 
long flight ? ’ ’ 

“Oh, yes,” cried Dicky, who was quite eager 
to leave the spot in which, a short time before, 
he had longed to pass his life. The rest joined 
in the same wish, and every wing was instantly 
expanded. 

The father led the way, and in a very short 
time he and his family arrived at the estate of a 
gentleman, who, having a plentiful fortune, en- 
deavored to collect all that was curious in art 
and nature, for the amusement of his own mind 
and the gratification of others. He had a house 
like a palace, furnished with every expensive 
rarity; his gardens, to which the redbreasts 
took their flight, were laid out in such a manner 
as to afford the most delightful variety to the 
eye. 

Amongst other articles of taste was an aviary, 
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which was built like a temple, enclosed with 
brass wire; the framework was painted green, 
and ornamented with gilt carving ; in the 
middle a fountain continually threw up fresh 
water, which fell into a basin whose brink was 



enameled with flowers; at one end were parti- 
tions for birds’ nests, and troughs containing 
various kinds of seeds, and materials for build- 
ing nests. This part was carefully sheltered 
from every inclemency of the weather. Num- 


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bers of perches were placed in different parts 
of the aviary, and it was surrounded by a most 
beautiful shrubbery. 

A habitation like this, in which all the con- 
veniences of life seemed to be collected, where 
abundance was supplied without toil, where each 
gay songster might sing himself to repose in the 
midst of ease and plenty, safe from the dangers 
of the woods appeared to our young travelers 
desirable beyond all the situations in the world; 
and Dicky expressed an earnest wish to be ad- 
mitted into it. 

“Well,” said the father, “let us not determine 
hastily; it will be advisable first to inquire 
whether its inhabitants are really happy before 
you make interest to become one of the num- 
ber; place yourselves by me on this shrub, 
and whilst we rest ourselves we shall have 
opportunity of seeing what passes.” 

The first bird that attracted their notice was a 
dove, who sat cooing by himself in a corner, in 
accents so gentle and sweet, that a stranger to 
his language would have listened to them with 
delight; but the redbreasts, who understood 


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THE UNHAPPY DOVE. 


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their import, heard them with sympathetic 
concern. 

“Oh, my dear, my beloved mate,” said he, 
“am I then divided from you forever? What 
avails it that I am furnished here with all the 
elegancies and luxuries of life? Deprived of 
your company, I have no enjoyment of them; 
the humblest morsel, though gained with toil 
and danger, would be infinitely preferable to me, 
if shared with you.” 

“What think you now, Dicky,” said the red- 
breast; “have you as high an idea of the happi- 
ness of this place as you conceived at the first 
view of it?” 

“I cannot help thinking still,” replied 
Dicky, “that it is a charming retreat, and 
that it must be very comfortable to have 
everything provided for one’s use.” 

“Well,” said the father, “let us move and 
observe those linnets who are building their 
nest.” Accordingly they flew to a tree, the 
branches of which formed a part of the shelter 
of the aviary, where they easily heard, without 
being themselves observed, all that passed in it. 

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ABLE TO CARE FOR THEMSELVES 

For three successive days nothing remarkable 
happened, either at Mrs. Benson % or in the red- 
breasts ’ nest. The little family came to the 
breakfast table, and Robin recovered from his 
accident, though not sufficiently to fly well; but 
Dicky, Flapsy, and Pecksy continued so 
healthy, and improved so fast, that they re- 
quired no further care; and the third morning 
after this tour to the grove they did not commit 
the least error. When they retired from the 
parlor into the court-yard, to which Robin ac- 
companied them, the father expressed great de- 
light that they were at length able to provide 
for themselves. 

And now a wonderful change took place in 
his own heart. The ardent affection for his 
young, which had hitherto made him, for their 
sakes, patient of toil and fearless of danger, 
was on a sudden quenched ; but, from the good- 
ness of his disposition, he still felt a kind of 
solicitude for their future welfare ; and, calling 
them around him, he thus addressed them:— 

“You must be sensible, my dear ones, that, 
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from the time you left the egg-shell till the 
present instant, both your mother and I have 
nourished you with the tender est love. We 
have taught you all the arts of life which are 
necessary to procure you subsistence and pre- 



serve you from danger. We have shown you a 
variety of characters in the different classes of 
birds, and pointed out those which are to be 
shunned. You must now take care of your- 
selves; but, before we part, let me repeat my 
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admonition to use industry, avoid contention, 
cultivate peace, and be contented with your con- 
dition. You, Robin, I would advise, on account 
of your infirmity, to attach yourself to the 
family where you have been so kindly cher- 
ished. ’ ’ 

While he thus spake, his mate stood by ; who, 
finding the same change beginning to take place 
in her own breast, viewed her young ones with 
tender regret; and, when he ceased, cried out, 
“Adieu, you dear objects of my late cares and 
anxiety! May you never more stand in need 
of a mother’s assistance!” Then, spreading 
her wings, she folded them successively to her 
bosom, and instantly recovered her tranquillity. 

The old redbreasts, having now only them- 
selves to provide for, resolved to be no longer 
burdensome to their benefactors; and, after 
pouring forth their gratitude in the most lively 
strains, they took their flight together, resolv- 
ing never to separate. 

Robin, in pursuance of his father’s advice, 
attached himself to Mrs. Benson’s family, 
where he was a great favorite, but his wing 
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never recovered sufficiently to enable him to 
take long flights. However, he found himself 
at liberty to do as he pleased; he visited the tea- 
table every morning, and there he usually met 
his sister Pecksy, who took up her abode in the 



THE YOUNG ROBINS WATCH THE DEPARTURE OF THEIR PARENTS. 


orchard, where she enjoyed the friendship of 
her father and mother. Dicky and Flapsy, who 
thought their company too grave, flew giddily 
about together. In a short time they were both 
caught in a trap-cage, and put into the aviary 
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which Dicky once longed to inhabit. Here they 
were at first very miserable; but after a while 
recollecting their good parents’ advice, and the 
example of the linnets, they at length reconciled 
themselves to their lot. 



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happy, for without it many fathers and mothers would have never thought 
of making arrangements for the visit of Santa Claus, who never comes 
where he is not maoe welcome. The things little Carl found in his stocking 
told him stories which should help us into the habit of remembering those 
who have not all the good things we possess. 


LADDIE 

By the Author of “ Miss Toosey’s Mission ” 

A charming story that has been popular for many years, and deservedly so. 

MAKING* A START 

By Tudor Jenks. 

A story of a bright boy who did not wait for “something to turn up,” 
but exercised his talent for drawing until he secured a good position on a 
great daily newspaper. A book for boys who are learning that “the secret 
of success is constancy to purpose.” 

HENRY ALTEMUS COMPANY, PHILADELPHIA 


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ALTEMUS’ GOOD TIMES SERIES 

Handsomely printed, profusely illustrated and attractively bound. 

Cloth, illuminated covers (5/4 x 7M inches) 50 cents each. 

THE STORY OF A DONKEY 

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By Mme. La Comtesse de Segur. 

In this book the donkey tells the story of his life and adventure, be- 
cause, as he says, “ I want you to treat all of us donkeys kindly, and to 
remember that we are often much more sensible than some human beings.” 
The story has always been exceedingly popular and has delighted thousands 
of readers. 

MISS TOOSEY’S MISSION 

By the Author of “ Laddie.” 

A delightful and wholesome story that has had a wide circulation and still 
holds its popularity. 

A BLUE GRASS BEAUTY 

By Gabrielle E. Jackson. 

Never did Kentucky turn out a handsomer creature than the Blue Grass 
Beauty who twice carried off the Blue Ribbon at New York’s great annual 
horse show. With the story of his life is woven that of some very nice 
people, and all is set forth in Mrs. Jackson’s inimitable manner. It is far too 
good a book to mislay. 

THE STORY OF A SHORT LIFE 

By Juliana H. Ewing. 

In “ The Story of a Short Life,” Mrs. Ewing again sings the praises of 
military life and courtesies. Many people admire Leonard’s story as 
much as “Jackanapes,” possibly because the circums.ances of the former’s 
life are much more within the range of common experiences than those of the 
latter. It is a simple, exquisitely tender little story. 

JESSICA’S FIRST PRAYER 

By Hesba Stretton. 

A beautiful and pathetic story which appeals to all children, and to older 
readers as well. 


THE ADVENTURES OF BARON 
MUNCHAUSEN 

By Rudolph Erich Raspe. 

In 1737 Baron Munchausen served in Russian campaigns against the 
Turks, and after his return acquired great notoriety by his exaggerated 
stories of adventure. These stories are so outrageous, and Munchausen 
asserts so strongly that they are all strictly true, that his name has become 
proverbial as a synonym for extravagant boasting. 


HENRY ALTEMUS COMPANY, PHILADELPHIA 


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